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Travelling well

9 Aug

(I recently joined Toastmasters. From time to time I might share some of my material. Here is an irreverent piece from this week). 

I’ve been working in international development for over 10 years and all of my work has involved travelling.  But really, I’ve been traveling almost from the day I was born.  I don’t know how many miles I’ve logged on all of my trips, but I’m proudly a gold status Delta frequent flier, and I’ve been to at least 21 countries on 5 continents.  I’ve earned my wings.

Here are some “tips” that have worked well for me.

  •  Don’t get distracted.  Seriously, this is an important tip—have you noticed that airports just attract the most interesting people and situations.  It’s so easy to get carried away weaving a sad story of doomed summer love for that young couple that run back for hugs and kisses six times before one of them finally peels away to go tearfully through the security line.  You could lose hours just watching the couple with four children under the age of four trying to wrangle car seats, strollers, backpacks, leashes, baby carriers and the babies themselves through the airport— little children discovering an escalator is a fascinating and slightly scary thing to watch!  But you have to keep your eye on the ball— you’ve got places to go, and people to see.  Locate your terminal and boarding gate quickly and get there early.
  • Keep track of your belongings.  This one seems like a no-brainer, with all the “report unattended bags to the authorities” messages we keep hearing these days.  But you’d be surprised how easy it is to forget something laying around when you’re tired, disoriented because of the time difference, or at your fourth airport in a 24-hour time span.  I’ve left my passport on a chair in a New York airport terminal; glasses in an airplane seat back pocket, and I left a belt that I really needed to keep my pants up in a security line tray once. Actually, it’s really easy to lose track of your things in security lines.  Make it easy on yourself by keeping your pockets empty to begin with, and putting as many things as possible into your carry-on, so they are not lying around loose in your tray.  Also, if possible, take your whole tray with you when you move away from the conveyor belts—that way you’re not grabbing all your things and trying to put your shoes, belt and jewelry back on at the same time.
  • Pack smart. I’m a recovering over-packer.  It used to be that when I got ready to go on a trip, my husband would ask if I was finally leaving him because the size of my luggage never matched how long I said I’ll be gone for.  But, seriously knowing what to pack, and where to put it is an art form.  I make my packing list days before my trip— and I write everything down—even obvious things.  I have gone on a trip only to find that I packed no undies, so I leave nothing off my list.  I’ve become an expert at rolling clothes to keep them compact enough for small spaces, but wrinkle free so they are ready to wear.   And always, always pack at least a change of clothes in your carry on– luggage goes missing more than you think.
  • Minimize the time you have to spend waiting around.  Yes, things happen, and waiting around is inevitable in travelling, but you can do things to cut your wait times.  Check in online and print or download your boarding pass.  Streamline your carryon to get through security lines faster.  Once you’ve landed at your final destination, though, minimizing wait times get a little less straightforward.  If you’re serious about not waiting around for long, especially if you’ve just arrived at a developing country on a full flight, you’re going to have to get a bit scrappy.  First, push and shove whoever you need to so that you’re first off the plane.   While you’re in an arrival terminal, though, don’t shove anyone as you might be denied entry into the country.  Once you’ve respectfully made it through immigration, start throwing elbows and jockeying for prime real estate at the luggage carousel.  Your position at the carousel has huge implications for how long you’ll be stuck at the airport.  Too close to the opening where the bags come out and you’ll be chasing your bags around the carousel because you weren’t able to confirm which was your bag before it snaked past you.  Too far from the opening and you’ll have to yell at people who think your bag is theirs and remove it from the belt to check the tags before it gets to you.  Once you’ve find the perfect spot, you’ll have to defend your turf ferociously, but trust me—the more time saved, the closer you are to a bed and sleeping horizontally for the first time since you left home.

Seasoned travelers, other tips you want to share?  Send me a comment. 

Fundamentally, I just want to see you thrive

13 May

I’ve been struggling for a few months to crystallize my passion/calling in life.  It’s been dogging me for months because I’m still not sure if I believe that there’s just one calling/purpose for each of us to fulfill.  But I’m at the stage in my life where I’ve been working in my career for 10 years, I’m 30 years old, I’m married… I guess I feel like I need to figure it out, so that I can get to doing it already!

But I can’t give you a straight answer about what I would do if money were of no consequence.  There’s very little that keeps me up at night (I really like to sleep).  Looking at my bank account would tell you I really like my church and eating out.  We’re not getting anywhere with this…. 

But today, as I refined and re-wrote my online profile on Yahoo!, Twitter, Facebook, and now WordPress (lol!) I feel like I know something new about myself: I like to see people thrive.  I am truly passionate to see people in connected, authentic, transparent relationships.  I want people to be financially free and making wise decisions with their money (however much they are currently making).  I want people to be proud of the work they produce in their chosen vocations, to feel that their contribution has worth, and to push themselves to do better.   I want people to feel the freedom and love that choosing Christ brings to every facet of life.  I want to expose people to new ideas and new ways of thinking that will help them grow and live life fully.

And how does this all connect to this blog and my writing?  Fundamentally, I hope that what I write inspires and educates someone to the point that they do better in some sphere of their life.

Leave a comment and let me know how I’m doing so far! 🙂

“I’m going to be a writer”

9 May

I distinctly remember being about 7 years old.  We were back in Nigeria on summer vacation.  I had just finished the second grade where my biggest accomplishment had been to write my first story.  I had even contracted a fellow student to illustrate the book for me– The Magic Tennis Shoe.  I can picture the book and almost feel the twine-bound paper in my hands even now (I’m going to have to see if my mom still has the original in a box somewhere in her attic). 

But we were on summer vacation and relatives who hadn’t seen us in a couple of years were coming and going out of the house all the time.  My parents would plop me in front of them to entertain, and to assure the elders that my youth wasn’t being squandered on a less than appropriate education.  And each time the question, “What are you going to be when you grow up?”  I think my sister used to say “astronaut” or something equally as daring. Me? “I’m going to be a writer”.

Finally someone (Uncle Deoye) actually heard what I said: the precocious little girl with ginormous glasses wanted to be a writer? That summer, my uncle lined me up to speak with his dad who was a published author at the time.  I cannot remember what I asked him in that interview, but I remember wearing my best pencil skirt and blouse, and having a long sheet of A4 paper with my questions carefully written out, in pencil. (Hey, I was 7, remember?)

I never forgot that summer.  In the years that followed I probably did forget many times that I wanted to be a writer, but here I am– over 20 years later, and my day job involves writing and I’m spending more and more of my free time writing, too.  From the mouths of babes.